Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.